This is a song about "How i can t rap"

Fuck, i don't know just how to rap

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I don't know how to rap,

So i'm one with that

I don't no how they can do it

In the midst of a fire pit

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Because this is how i was influenced by rap

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

But how i rap you'd assume it

Well how can i stop, if its infinite

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that